Down In The Hole

Barley, a dog, stands near the bottom of a concrete stairway, in front of a beleaguered wooden gate.

After a fair bit of sniffing around the base of the gate leading to the underside of this deck, Barley gave me one of her cryptic looks. “Are you smelling this?!” she might be thinking. Or, “So, you gonna open this up for us or what?” Or, maybe, “Haha, you’re real tall now, dad.”